The Truthful Betrayal : DARK ROMANCE |18+|
"Asad," she whispered deeply, and I felt myself losing control.
Slowly, I brought my hand toward her neck. The V-neck of her outfit was as tempting as her hair and lips. When my hand reached her necklace—a simple yet elegant design with a circular stone and diamond engravings—I started playing with it. Looking up, I noticed her swallowing hard at my actions.
"Yes, love?" I whispered deeply, my voice carrying the weight of my intent. I knew my deep voice was her weakness, and I loved how it affected her.
"You're... too close," she said softly, her voice barely audible.
"Am I not supposed to be?" I asked, my tone husky, watching as she gulped again, losing herself more and more to the point of no return.
"But you hate me—"
"You're mine, Aleena," I interrupted, warning her. My voice grew darker, the intensity in my gaze matching the claim I had just made.
I knew I hated her, but she was still mine. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. If she hated me, so be it. It didn’t matter because there was no way I would ever let her go, no matter how much I despised her.
"I am not yours, Mr. Riaz," she shot back confidently, her glare fierce. That’s exactly what I loved about her—she didn’t fear me. She was queen of boldness, unapologetic, and intoxicatingly like hell!
I chuckled at her response, my amusement tinged with anger. Grabbing her neck, I let my darkened grey eyes meet hers, my grip firm yet steady.
"I'm not asking you to be mine, love," I said, my voice softening as her expression wavered.
"I'm informing you—you are mine!"
Her gaze turned to shock, leaving her too stunned to respond.
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